We all have our hidden desires, the one's so dark, so terrifying, so shameful, we hide them, even from ourselves.
That is, if we can help it.
Zayn's grown tired of hiding his, of sneaking around in the dark, and burying it deeper within himself.
He's trying to keep it under control, to keep it hidden, but one day he just breaks.
And Liam's there to take the entirity of the dire consequences.
'He shook his hair out, water droplets flying from the ends of it, and sliding down his bare torso; down his nicely defined abs. He was wearing a towel, and it hung dangerously low around his waist, his V-line pratically screaming "fuck me". God, what I would give to hear his screams, his moans, feel his touch, his body pressed against mine.
A fire started up in my lower area.God, what was I doing to myself?
"Now Zayn, the boys will be back later. They have gone out, and didn't want to wake you. I felt-I uhm, thought you might need some company", he coughed awkwardly.
I remained silent, fighting a war against myself. My sex hormones were driving me crazy.
"Now we can order out, what would..---"
I slammed Liam up against the wall, gripping his hands tightly above his head, cutting him off.
His eyes screamed fear, but there was no one I was backing out now.
I would have my way with him.
I tugged on his towel, and it fell to the ground, leaving him completly naked.
No one know what's happening at home to Liam. No one sees how much he hates himself. No one sees how friendless and alone he really is.
Until zayn comes along. Will he help Liam get better and feel good about himself? Or will he only make things worse. Is he fixing him? Or breaking him even more.
Or the one where Liam is depressed and abused and zayn might help